Chapter 130: Chapter 130

"I’ll go with you to take Grandma home," Jenson explained, as if sensing Zinnia’s confusion.

Zinnia frowned. "You should stay here and take care of Miss Sutton."

"How magnanimous of you," Jenson snorted.

Zinnia thought he was utterly ridiculous and didn’t bother responding, rolling her eyes gracefully before turning her head away.

Old Madam Forrest turned to Jenson and bluntly retorted, "Scram! Can’t you see Zinnia can’t stand the sight of you?!"

With one hand in his pocket, Jenson stepped aside and pressed the button for the elevator. "It’s fine as long as Grandma can stand me," he said.

Old Madam Forrest scoffed. "Which of your eyes sees me standing the sight of you? I don’t have a scumbag grandson like you who cheats on his wife! I want to live a few more years, and seeing you just makes me angry enough to shorten my lifespan. Get lost, we don’t need you to take us home!"

The old madam almost brandished her cane again.

But even so, Jenson chose to ignore their open disdain and stepped into the elevator with them.

As the elevator descended, Jenson turned to look at the woman beside him. "Give me a tissue," he said.

Zinnia stood still without moving. She knew Jenson was a germaphobe. He had just touched the elevator button, so he definitely needed to wipe his hands. If he didn’t, he would feel uncomfortable all over. But what did his discomfort have to do with her?

Zinnia pretended not to hear, tilting her head toward Old Madam Forrest and leaving Jenson with nothing but a view of the back of her head.

Jenson’s thin lips pressed into a line as he let out a soft laugh. This little girl... her temper has certainly grown.

Jenson shifted, nudging Zinnia with his elbow. Utterly annoyed with him, she moved away again, not even sparing him a sideways glance.

She thought that would finally make him leave her alone, but she never expected him to suddenly grab her hand.

Before Zinnia could react, the man’s fingers were tightly intertwined with hers. He rubbed his palm against hers, then deliberately smeared the pads of his fingers across the back of her hand twice.

It was as if he were saying, "If you won’t give me a tissue, then we can just be dirty together."

Zinnia was so exasperated by his childish antics that she almost laughed. She forcefully pulled her hand back, irritably opened her bag, and took out a wet wipe.

The moment she pulled the wipe out, the man reached over and snatched it from her grasp.

Zinnia closed her eyes, reining in her temper, and pulled out another one.

Seeing her cheeks puffed out in anger like a little pufferfish, Jenson’s lips curled slightly.

He wiped his fingers with the tissue. But before the smile could reach his eyes, he saw Zinnia, a look of utter disgust on her face, fiercely scrubbing the hand he had just grabbed. Original content can be found at novelꞁire.net

Jenson’s handsome face instantly darkened, and a chill emanated from his entire being.

Old Madam Forrest wasn’t blind. She saw her grandson’s petty little tricks clearly in the elevator’s reflection. So sly. It was unbearable to watch. He didn’t do a thing when he should have been on his best behavior, and he broke his wife’s heart. Now, all these little stunts were just annoying. Even if he was her own grandson, she couldn’t stand it.

Old Madam Forrest pulled Zinnia directly to her other side, blocking the space between them, and grunted heavily. "You’re getting divorced, so stop harassing her! Keep your distance!"

That was exactly what Zinnia wanted to say. She nodded, linking arms with Old Madam Forrest and giving her a thumbs-up.

The old madam grinned and spoke to Zinnia again. "My dear Zinnia, you don’t have any friends here in Y Country, and Grandma is truly worried. But I do know a few promising young men here. Every one of them is handsome, full of spirit, and an upstanding gentleman. How about Grandma introduces you?"

So she was trying to set her up on a blind date.

Zinnia had no interest in blind dates, but Old Madam Forrest had been through so much trouble and heartache today. She wanted to do something to cheer the old woman up.

She opened her mouth, about to agree, when Jenson cut in first. "How come I never knew you knew any promising young men in Y Country, Grandma? Who are they? Tell me, I’d like to hear."

Old Madam Forrest scoffed. "And why should I tell you? You’re being awfully nosy. You just worry about your Miss Sutton."

Jenson was at a loss for words, his head throbbing. Whose grandmother was she, really? He and Zinnia weren’t even officially divorced yet. Forget about trying to help them reconcile, she was already arranging for other men to poach his wife right from under his nose.

"You’re amazing, Grandma! Your network is so vast," Zinnia said with a smile. "Any young man with your seal of approval must be truly outstanding. Of course I’d like to meet him!" Then she asked eagerly, "Do you have any photos, Grandma?"

Seeing how eager she was for a blind date, Jenson felt so frustrated he could have coughed up blood. His handsome face turned completely dark.

Old Madam Forrest nodded. "I do! My phone is at home, though. I’ll show you when we get back. So, Zinnia, do you prefer the ’gentleman rogue’ type or the affectionate ’puppy dog’ type? Oh, and I heard there’s a new kind now, the ’daddy-style boyfriend.’ That one sounds pretty good too; he could take good care of you on my behalf..."

"Who could be more ’daddy-style’ than me?" Jenson interjected coldly. "I practically raised her."

Old Madam Forrest sneered. "The only part of a dad you have is the looks—and you look like a scumbag dad. Right now, the only thing you’re fit for is being a father to the baby in Crystal Sutton’s belly. So just get lost."

She turned and murmured to Zinnia, "Grandma means the warm ’daddy-style’ type. Forget the cold, serious, unromantic, flirtatious, and secretly sullen ones. They’re too exhausting to deal with!"

Zinnia was both shocked and amused, wondering where the old madam had learned so many trendy terms. She nodded along enthusiastically. "Whatever you say, Grandma."

Behind them, Jenson radiated an aura so icy it felt like icicles were about to drop from the air.

During the entire car ride home, the old madam spoke enthusiastically with Zinnia about the matchmaking. She even mentioned two men by name, both of whom were scions of old, established families in Veridia. Jenson had heard of them as well.

Jenson drove, watching the increasingly excited discussion between the old woman and the young one. He suddenly spoke, his tone chilling. "Have the two of you ever heard the saying? ’Offend anyone you want, but never the driver.’"

Old Madam Forrest looked up and scoffed. "Oh? Decided to pipe up, have you? Daring to threaten me now? If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and crash the car for me to see." She had thought he would have died of anger by now.

Jenson understood the underlying meaning, and another arrow pierced his chest.

Old Madam Forrest then turned to Zinnia. "See? He dares to threaten us! Zinnia, divorcing this brat was the smartest decision you could have made. Grandma supports you completely! Just you wait, I’ll show you those photos the moment we get home!"

Utterly exasperated, Jenson picked up his phone from the center console and sent a text.

Back at the old residence, Jenson helped his grandmother to her room. She immediately started searching everywhere for her phone. "That’s strange. I clearly remember leaving my phone on the nightstand. Why isn’t it here? Jenson, call my number."

Old Madam Forrest urged him on. Jenson frowned slightly. "Grandma, are you really planning to find a new husband for your own granddaughter-in-law?"

Old Madam Forrest scoffed. "Of course I am. Do you think I have time to be joking with you?"

Suddenly, the old madam realized something was wrong. She whirled around and glared at Jenson. "No, wait a minute. My phone was on the nightstand. Tell me, did you have someone hide it?"

Jenson didn’t deny it. "You can save your energy, Grandma," he stated simply. "I will never let her marry any man but me!"

Zinnia had gone to the kitchen to brew a cup of Calming Tea for Old Madam Forrest. She was carrying it upstairs on a tray and had just reached the bedroom door when she heard Jenson’s resonant, forceful words from inside. Her hand froze, her grip on the tray tightening slightly.